The sun was just right today. Wizet and Luna stayed outside a while longer before returning indoors, carrying the warmth of the sunlight with them.
Thor and Diana, the owls perched on the stand by the window, sharply caught the movement at the door. They turned their heads in unison and gave the pair two soft hoots in greeting.
Thor's large eyes rolled as they swiftly swept over Wizet's hands, as though checking whether he was carrying an envelope.
Clearly, Wizet's hands were empty.
Thor let out a disappointed little whimper, buried his head in his fluffy feathers, closed his eyes, and continued dozing.
Dobby was in the kitchen, waving his arms as he directed all sorts of utensils to prepare the ingredients, busy with today's lunch.
The sound behind him made his ears twitch. Hearing the movement, he spun around with a flick of his ears. The moment he saw Wizet returning with Luna, he let out a delighted shriek. "Wizet! You're back!"
Then, as if remembering something, his tennis-ball-sized eyes flew wide open. "Oh! Dobby is a bad elf!"
"A useless, careless bad elf!" he rattled off at a speed like spilling beans. "Dobby didn't even know you were coming back today! Dobby should have prepared a few more dishes!"
"Dobby, this isn't your fault at all." Wizet smiled. "I didn't let you know beforehand. I should be the one apologizing to you."
"At the very least, we need honey-glazed ham and Yorkshire pudding!" Dobby was already counting on his fingers when Wizet's words made his ears shoot upright.
Before Dobby could say anything, Luna gently chimed in, "We still need to make honey-glazed ham and Yorkshire pudding? We can help too!"
"Yeah!" Wizet snapped his fingers. His robes seemed to come alive, slipping off his body on